Just a few poems I wanted to share from director Abbas Kiarostami‘s poetry. He once said “A poem is made up of the same elements that make cinema: images and a kind of rhythm. A good poem allows you to see something you hadn’t seen before.”
Kiarostami has publishing several collections, including Walking with the Wind and A Wolf Lying in Wait. I found In the Shadow of Trees: The Collected Poetry of Abbas Kiarostami to be a real treasure.
In the bird’s eyes
west is
where the sun sets
and east is
where the sun rises;
that’s it.
This day of mine
was lost
like all other days,
half of it thinking of yesterday,
half of it thinking of tomorrow.
A lock covered in rust
guards
a rotten door
of a roofless building.
Spring storms
swiftly extinguish
every candle
in the shrine
Out of a hundred passerby
one stops
in front of my stall.
A passerby’s footprints in the snow —
gone on an errand?
Is he coming back?
This way?
Snow falls
snow falls
snow falls.
The day ends.
Snow falls.
Night.
A white foal
emerges through the fog
and disappears
in the fog.
The last marathon runner
glances behind.
I leave behind a whole lifetime
in a single moment
and I cry for myself.
Cinematic Point Of View 
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